Chapter 12
Grizz
The scent of sizzling bacon hits my nose, and I jerk awake. Instantly I’m reaching for something, groping the bed beside me. Jordy. The place next to me is still warm, but my hand comes up empty. Something hits my face and I flail until I realize what it is. Rope. The one I wound around our wrists. f**k.
I’m on my feet and halfway down the hall before I link the smell of bacon to Jordy’s absence. I hit the kitchen and brake. She’s standing in front of the stove, dressed in nothing but one of my t-shirts, frying bacon. She got free, but she stayed with me.
“Hey.” Her cheek curves in my direction and every bit of blood in me rushes to my d**k. I lean against a cupboard, gritting my teeth against the demands of my morning wood.
“Did you sleep all right?” She covers the p
